the crossing into syria. first stop a rebel checkpoint. tank and men armed with ak 47. once past them a narrow winding road that led us to white tent and sea of red mud. in it the faces of this growing crisis. children huddled around the only source of warmth. tiny campfire. partof the mass exodus. family fleeing the cross fire of syria bloody civil war. for them life is dire. and growing dangerous. few here have their own jacket or shoes. it's growing colder by the day. fear that children are getting sicker. they pet just one small bottle of water a day person. for all 12,000 refugee, there are only 4 toilets. pouring into an open sewer. the risk of disease is real. he says they would go home but the regime warplane keep bombing. in the family tent his cousin, son and husband are 2 of the 40,000 killed choke up thinking about the future. life will never be the same again she says. too much has happened. houston, texas person here manages the camp and are desperate for international help. >> with winter come